Yuki thought his arranged marriage was nothing more than a cold obligation. His husband, Ren, was distant-always buried in work, always just out of reach. He convinced himself that Ren didn't love him, that he never would. But what Yuki didn't know was that Ren loved him like he was the only thing he knew how to love. He just didn't know how to say it. When misunderstandings threaten to tear them apart, will they finally find the courage to face the truth? Or will unspoken words become their downfall?

"You hate me?" doctor whispered, his lips ghosting over the Taekjoo's ear. Taekjoo exhaled shakily with sharp eyes. "Yes." A chuckle. "Liar." He didn't deny it. A hand in his hair, stroking gently after a particularly brutal argument. Taekjoo hated how his body leaned into that touch. He fought at first, throwing sharp words, exploiting weaknesses, but the doctor absorbed them all with an amused smirk. It wasn't just control he wanted, it was understanding. And that terrified the Taekjoo more than any Needle ever could.